Tuesday, March 25, 2008

You caught my eye from across the room. Beautiful brown. Pleasantly thick. Sinfully hot. I thought back to when the last time we saw each other. Damn, has it been that long??? You never had a great hold on me. I could take you or leave you - and most days I chose the latter. Normally, when I see you I just shrug and give all my attention to someone else. But something about the way you looked and your fragrance as you passed me by, I had to have you. I could care less who I had with me. It was you I wanted. I needed you. I craved you at that very moment. Where is this feeling coming from?? I never feel this way about you. Ever. All I know is right here, right now, you were all I wanted. And I wouldn't stop longing for you until I had you. In my mouth. Again. For the first time in a long time. And from the moment my tongue touched that thick juicy steak I was in heaven. Mmmmmmmmmmm.

I've never been much of a beef eater. When I want a burger I'll have a turkey burger or my new fave, a chicken burger. I'm the one who will order salmon at a steakhouse, no matter how well known they are for their cuts of beef. I couldn't care less about the difference between a porterhouse and a T-bone. In my house, steak knives are used to cut everything but steak. I can go months without ever touching it and never once miss it. This time it's been at least a year since I've eaten steak. No, its not for health reasons I just never want it, never have a taste for it. Until Sunday at Brunch. When they put my friend's steak and eggs down next to my Spinach & Feta cheese omelette, I immediately had plate envy. All of a sudden I didnt want no damn omelette. I WANTED STEAK. But I didn't send my plate back. There was nothing wrong with my omelette. It was made just the way I ordered it. It's not the omelette's fault that it wasn't the juicy delectable piece of meat to my immediate right. So I ate the omellete and rolled my eyes as everyone at the table raved about the steak.
A few pitchers of unlimited mimosas later, people got hungry again but no one wanted to eat a full meal. I convinced my friend to order another steak and eggs so we could split it. The waitress could barely put the plate on the table before I had my knife and fork poised and ready for action. My friend continued telling a story while I got to work on that steak. With that first re-introduction my eyes rolled to the back of my head not out of annoyance, but from pure joy from its taste. Ohhhh steak, where have you been all my life?? I'm so sorry for neglecting you. My friends were cracking up as steak and I had "a moment". And my friend barely had any of it. Hey, I left him the eggs. I shared, damnit. hahahahahahaha

You would think that after that reacquaintance with my old friend, steak, I would want it again and again and again. Nahhhh, I'm good. Until it calls me again. And then I can't resist. Is steak my bootycall?? Mmmmmmmm.

3 comments:

rashad said...

That first paragraph had me thinking Zane was ghostwriting...

Anonymous said...

Let me find out you're a vegan....

-- d l

makeba said...

Wow that really must have been a good ass steak. The intro had me all into it, wanting to get to the meat of the story. Guess that's how you felt about that steak.